Getting up off the sofa, she looked around. What a sad state of affairs. Here it was, New Years Eve 2007, and she was alone in her apartment, having just spent the better part of an hour crying.
"That bastard!" she cursed out loud. "I can't believe he fucking did that to me!"
Cursing some more, she headed for the shower. It had occurred to her as she lay on the sofa crying over that loser, that she was only giving him what he wanted -- to see her miserable. Well, sod him; she would show him that two can play that game. Not only would she now go out, but she would go out and screw the first guy who asks!
Lying in the bubbly, warm water, she found it was refreshing; it helped to rejuvenate her, get her over the funk she had been in since seeing her loser boyfriend shagging the bitch from next door. Well, the water and her little 'bath toy' both. If she was going to fuck some random stranger, she needed to be primed.
Working herself into just the right mood, she came close to orgasming, but stopped short, although it hadn't been easy. It had been so long since that asshole had lain a finger on her it hadn't taken a lot to get her aroused. "Soon," she half whispered to herself, getting out of the tub and wiping off.
Giving herself the once over in the mirror, she knew she looked hot. Now, all she needed was some stranger. It would have to be a stranger; no strings, just a 'wham bam, thank you ma'am' and it would be over. But as she looked for the sluttiest underwear she had, it occurred to her that it would be better if it was someone he knew. Or if at least the likelihood of him walking in on her was 100%. Aside from fulfilling her own needs, she wanted the loser to see that she too could fool around.
The ideal place for both popped into her head, the same time as the notion that no underwear would save a lot of time, and allow her to wear that red dress she loved. He had told her it made her look like a whore, so it had stayed in the back of the cupboard, only ever coming out when he wanted to 'play around'. Well, how perfect!
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Walking into the "Stoneham Offices", she flashed a smile at the guard at the door. He in return smiled back and wished her a happy new year. Thankfully she was known to the people here, with her now ex being part of the management team that worked for Stewart Grant. They had attended many a function together, so at least she wasn't going in blind. Removing her coat and hanging it on the rack near the reception desk, she sauntered in to join the festivities. It was about 1130pm and all going well, it wouldn't only be the bells going off at midnight.
Slowly, deliberately, she moved across the floor, heading straight for the bar. It was all well and good to just pick someone to screw, but she needed a little courage to do it. She had come too far to back out now. The only real problem she could see was deciding who the lucky guy would be. From all the looks she received as she made her way through, it wasn't going to be hard to find someone willing.
She could see them undressing her with their eyes as she passed; not that there was a lot to remove. Aside from the dress, the only other things she was wearing were four-inch heels and the diamond necklace that had been a present last Christmas; all items given to her by him; the one who would no longer have the pleasure of her body, or having her act out his fantasies. Tonight, some random man would get that honour.
